Innocent Seduction

I’m shaking all over as I pull on my pants, scowling in disgust at the sight of my torn panties. I still feel numb, confused. My mind flashes back, to the bathroom, going back to him. Did I really let him touch me again after what he did to me? My whole body feels high, even through the shaking, I feel as if I’ve just ate a ton of sugar and could go all night. When I was younger I used to take the packs of sugar from McDonalds and eat them like mad, then run around until I collapsed. My parents would berate me, telling me that much sugar wasn’t good for me, but I would always do it.

That’s how I feel right now. Edward had shown me things about sex I hadn’t known, things I didn’t think were possible. He had shown me how to feed off his energy, to take it and make it my own. He had let me feel what it felt like having it done to me, my energy taken away. We had both fed.

I try several times to fasten my bra but my hands are shaking so badly by then that I can’t even hold onto the straps. I feel Edward come up behind me and take the straps out of my hands, fastening it for me. He leans into my back and kissed my neck lightly, my body responds and a tear falls unbidden.

“You’ll need to come back, there are things I still need to teach you. If anything strange happens during the day, make sure to tell me about it. With your new powers you’ll be the center of attention, whether you like it or not.”

Come back… I didn’t want to come back, and yet the idea of seeing him again excited me. I just feel so confused, it feels so good, so right, but I can’t stop seeing my parents and hearing what they would say, the disappointment in their voices. I move away from him and reach down for my shirt, slipping it on.

I take a look at the room, illuminated by the light he had turned on moments before. It’s a simple room, white walls and ceiling, faux wood floor. The bed is Queen size, dark blue bed set, something you’d find at K-Mart. I don’t look at the bed long, the images it inspires make me blush.

There’s a small table beside the bed, no drawers, nothing on it but a small alarm clock, the red letters on it say that it’s two o’clock in the morning, it had barely been eleven when Carin and I went to the club. To the right of the bed is French style double doors that lead to a closet, or at least I think they do, beside that is a three drawer dresser of dark cherry. To the left of the bed is the bathroom, the door is partially open but the light is off and only a few faint shapes can be seen. Other than that the room is bare, no pictures on the walls or dresser, nothing.

“Leona…”

I shake my head and wipe at the tears that had silently fallen. I’m not sure how I should feel or what I should do, but right now I want to get out.

“I-I’m going.”

I start making my way towards the door and suddenly it swings open. I gasp aloud and turn to look at him, he just smiles back and motions towards the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

I don’t wait to see if he’ll stop me, I run out of the room and through the dark house. I don’t know how I managed it but I found the front door and just like the door to the bedroom, this door opened just as I reached it. I didn’t waste time looking back, just ran out of the house and down the sidewalk, wanting to get as far away as I can. I stop a moment as I reach the end of the block and look up at the street sign.

I feel sick as I read the sign, Harker street. I glance back at the house I know is his, number 1246 Harker street. I live on 1200 Harker street. I run the rest of the way home, not even pausing to walk across the road, not really caring if a car suddenly appeared and ran me over. It would actually be a blessing if I died at this moment, I didn’t want to face my parents, didn’t want to face what had just happened.

I’m still shaking violently when I reach for the door knob to my house, the shaking is only partially due to the cold night. I walk into the house and immediately see my parents sitting on the couch, neither of them look happy.

“Come in, shut the door behind you.”
They stand up as I shut the door and walk further inside. I look at their disappointed faces and look away, trying to fight back tears.

“Where have you been?”

My father, always so stern, had a slight break to his voice as he spoke, mother placed a hand on his arm. Both were still dressed, wearing their suits from work. Mother’s hair, usually perfectly pulled up in a bun, hiding her beautiful honey blond hair, set about her head oddly, pieces laying out of character on her face, her worried face. My father’s dark brown hair is still perfect, as always. The only thing that gives away his worry is the sound of his voice.

“C-Carin wanted to go to a club…”

“Really? And you didn’t tell her ‘no’? Do you know the kind of things that happen to nice girls like you at clubs? Do you know what kind of people hang around places like that? What if someone had seen you, what do you think our friends would think if they knew you’d been at a club?

I always knew Carin to be a bad influence, haven’t I, honey?”

He glances at my mother and she nods her answer. They were more worried about what their friends would think then what might of happened to me. It almost makes me want to cry again, but I fight it. This I can handle, this I know what to do. Taking the nod as a signal, my father launches into a full on assault and I start to zone.

I stand there and listened to my parents lecture, not really paying attention. They went on about how disappointed they were in me and delved further into how Carin is a bad influence. My mind had moved onto other things, like if I am going to meet Edward again, and how. He said I would need to learn more things. I can still remember what tonight’s lessons had been. How I managed not to blush, how my parents managed not to notice, I don’t know.

“Do you understand, Leona?”

“Yes. I’m really sorry, dad. Mom…”

I avert my eyes and try my best to look sorry. After everything that’s happened tonight, I don’t feel regret. I’m scared and not sure how to handle the new me, but strangely I don’t regret it.

“Just don’t do it again. Now, get some sleep, you have to be up early tomorrow for school.”

“Thank you. Good night, mom, dad.”

I hugged them both and make my way to my bedroom. I refuse to look at anything until I’m in the safety of my room. I look around me, my back against the door to my room. They’ve never complained about me shutting myself in my room, and so I take advantage of it now. My room is simple, a full sized bed with red and pink bed set to the right of me, a small lamp with beaded fringe on the small table beside my bed. On the table is ‘The Scarlet Pimpernel’, one of my favorite classics.

My walls are littered with pictures of friends and family, and of kittens and puppies, things good girls would have on their walls. To the left of the door way is a desk, one of those cheap ones you get that are all plastic and cheap cork-like wood. On it is my computer, used entirely for school work and research. The chair is neatly tucked into the desk, all the papers on the desk are stacked neatly. On the floor by the desk is my backpack. I always drop it there when I come home from school.

A door at the opposite end of the room from where I stand leads into a walk in closet, there my things are hung up, or folded neatly on shelves. A few shoes stand in neat rows on the floor. The bathroom is down the hall. I quickly change into pajamas and lay down. As hard as I try I can’t go to sleep. Edward had warned me that with the exchange of energies I wouldn’t be able to sleep, nor would I feel hungry, or need food, for a day or so. The energies had been enough to fill me.

It seems that if I get enough energy that eating and sleeping become secondary, if not no longer necessary at all.
After an hour I finally give up and get out of bed. I go to my desk and turn the computer on and after a few minutes I’m surfing the internet, looking up anything related to Succubus or Incubus. I’m amazed at all the different sites I find, but the information I find within isn’t any comfort.

The mythical references paints them to be demons, those who prey on human’s for their life essence, their souls. A sort of vampire. Vampire? I don’t have the brain space to think about their being anything else out there. I find even less comfort looking up what the church has to say about them, I was better off with the vampires. Modern day explanation, ‘wet dreams’ is how they define it. Merely an excuse for monks and nuns, under celibacy, to explain away what is only natural.

I didn’t want to even look at the images, but curiosity said I had to, so I did. The images alone made me sick. Pictures of nude, or half nude, women and demons. Or creatures that were a little of both. Would I look like that eventually, horns and a tail? I shiver, suddenly cold, just thinking about it and quickly shut off the computer.

I try to banish the images from my mind but they just keep popping up, invading my mind. I’ve never even read a romance novel in my life, but in just a short time I’ve slept with an older man, lost my virginity, become a succubus, and looked at porn pictures. I mean, historical art or not, it’s a naked woman. It’s historical porn.

Still wide awake, I lean down, still sitting at the desk, and pull a book out of my backpack. I had taken up an assignment for extra credit for art class, reading about all the major artists Europe produced in the past, The more notable ones. If I can’t sleep I’ll read the book till it’s time for school. I don’t need to worry about homework, I always have it finished before coming home. So I set myself up for reading the rest of the night.

Before six I’ve read the entire book and written an essay on it, having put all of my concentration on it I’d have to say it’s one of my better pieces. Of course, it had been a way of keeping my mind off what had happened earlier. I sit at my desk for a few minutes, thinking, trying to keep myself from thinking about Edward and all that had happen as I wait for my alarm to go off.

At exact ally six fifteen the alarm goes off, I wait till it runs itself out before I get up and go to the closet. I pull out a crisp pair of dark jeans and a red shirt that has a V-neck, nothing special otherwise, and pick up a fresh pair of panties and a bra. I wonder absently, as I walk to the bathroom, if my mother will notice that I have a missing pair of underwear.

I take exactly twenty minutes to shower and dress for school. I grab my backpack and take the pop tarts my mom offers me as I come through the kitchen. Cherry pop tarts, my favorite, but this morning I feel sick at the thought of having to eat them. Today mom looks fresh, her hair is perfectly placed in a tight bun on her head, her make up is on so that you can’t tell it’s there. She’s wearing a dark blue, pin stripe, dress suit.

My father is already gone, he always opens the store, mom’s always the one that makes certain I make the bus. They run the Dracy’s Grocery story, so named after them. They do really well, our town is just big enough for them to make it on that. What helps is that people have to come through us to get to a major city or tourist attraction, so their forced to stop and shop here, at our slightly lower prices.

I kiss my mother on the cheek and hurry outside to meet the bus. I’m a little early, as always, and stand out in the crisp March morning, a light jean jacket the only thing that keeps me from freezing. The bus arrives at fifteen after seven, earlier than usual, and I hurriedly climb aboard and make my way to the back, where Carin is sitting. Carin gives me a dirty look as I sit down beside her.

“Where did you go last night?”

“Where did I go? Carin, I lost sight of you after ten minutes…”

She has the decency to look embarrassed but otherwise isn’t bothered.

“Want a pop tart?”

“Love one!”

I give her both of mine, having decided that I would probably throw up if I ate even one bite. We settled into silence on the drive to school, a good ten minutes away.

“So, who was that guy at the table with you last night?”

Carin asks as we make our way off the bus and down the concrete walk to school, a building which towers menacingly above us at three stories high and red bricked. I’ve always thought that they put too many windows, and too much glass on the doors, on the place. But that’s just me.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Leona. I saw the way he was looking at you. Shit, he had to be about as old as your father. Is that why you disappeared, don’t tell me you went with him!”

She let out a string of unlady like curses as we walked up the steps and through the wide double doors, into the hall. I blushed brightly and couldn’t look at her, if only I had stayed quiet, could of controlled myself, she wouldn’t of known, but I’ve never been able to lie to her. Not completely.

“You did, didn’t you. Your first time and you picked an older man. That’s just sick, Leona.”

If only she knew the truth, she really would think it sick. I must of suddenly looked awful because her tone changed, her face became softer.

“I’m sorry, Leona, I didn’t mean it like that. What he good?”

She asks with a grin. My eyes go wide and I look around then hide my face in my locker.

“I-I really don’t have anything to compare him to, Carin.”

“But he wasn’t bad. The look on your face says it was good. Come on, Leona, tell me everything!”

I shut the locker door, books in hand, and give her a straight face.

“Carin, please, I’m ashamed I did it, I can’t even think about it let alone talk about it. Please, lets just leave it as it is.”

“Oh kay, if that’s how you want it.”

Our first classes take us to different rooms and we start separating as she shuts her locker.

“But it was good!”

She shouts at me as she walks into her first class. I keep myself from blushing as I walk into my class. I find it hard to concentrate through my classes, my mind drifting to Edward and Carin. No one seems to notice that I’m not paying attention, my answers are right when the teachers call my out. Most of the stuff I already know, I’ve read through my study books already, no use in waiting.

I spend the rest of the day in a daze, going through the motions, and almost sigh aloud with relief when they release us at three. I pile back into the school bus and sit down, waiting for it to move and take me home.

“It really does bother you, doesn’t it?”

Carin asks softly as she sits down beside me.

“Yes…”

“I promise I won’t bring it up again, ever.”

I turn to her with a smile, the first one all day, I wonder if my eyes shine with the relief I feel inside.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Sooo, want to hang out?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t, I’m grounded until summer vacation.”

“Bummer. Parents took it hard, huh?”

I laugh. Understatement of the year, my parents taking it ‘hard’.

“They completely flipped. Oh, by the way, they completely blame you for everything.”

She rolls her eyes, “At least I can be guilty of actually doing something. Mom’s always fussing about how I don’t do anything.”